I look at you across the room. You’re just watching tv, perfectly relaxed. I can’t take my eyes off you. As I make my way over you look up and smile. My god that smile.
I straddle you and start kissing that perfect mouth, long slow passionate kisses, my hands in your hair, yours on my waist. You grab the bottom of my t shirt and in one movement pull it up over the top
of my head. Your large strong hands around my breasts, massaging them, pinching my nipples. I start to ride you, rolling my hips, grinding against you. I can feel you getting hard.
You move your hands up my back and run your fingertips down my spine the way that you know drives me wild, the wetness between my legs building. The very touch of you making me ache. I slide down off you and grab the waistband of your sweats, you’re hard and I’m horny. I wet my lips and start licking the tip before taking all of you into my mouth, I want to take my time.
I gently drag my teeth over the end and kiss the tip. Kissing and licking my way up and down the shaft while cupping the rest of you, long slow massages with my left hand. The right caressing the length of you working in sync with my mouth. You let out a low groan, your hands in my hair and on my neck. My lips around you, taking in every inch of you, you’re hard, hot and throbbing. You’re breath catches, your breathing quickens. I flick my eyes up and catch you looking at me. Your gaze is intense, full of desire. I carry on, up and down taking my time never breaking eye contact. ‘What are you doing to me,’ you whisper with that crooked smile and you let out a slow guttural moan as I pick up pace. Hand and mouth moving as one, quicker, quicker. Your hands find my breasts, you pinch my already hard nipples and I groan in pleasure. Your hips buck, your body tenses, followed by the repeated thrusts of relief. Your hot salty load in my mouth. There’s a moan and a chuckle and a long slow breath out, you’re satisfied, content.